Zhao Huan hacked at Chen Xu several times, only to find she still couldn't kill the demon.
She was filled with grief and indignation, her gaze turning venomous.
'The demon tortured me like this, so why can't I kill him?'
As she remembered the tragic death of her husband and her own miscarriage, as she remembered being locked up and tortured for a year by this monster, a red glow surged from her body. Instantly, her internal organs began to bleed.
All she could do was stand there, wailing helplessly.
"Zhao Huan, snap out of it! Control your emotions! Don't let your resentment take over and turn you into a remorseless killing machine."
The only reason Zhao Huan had regained her sanity was thanks to Shen Zhiyao's guidance. If she lost control again, she would be lost to an abyss of no return.
At that point, it would be much harder for Shen Zhiyao to pull her back.
But now, she was no longer listening to Shen Zhiyao's words. The color began to drain from her black pupils.
